Ron trudged up the stairs, Hermione following.
"What did I do this time?" She exclaimed.
"Nothing... that's the problem" Ron mumbled.
The reached the portrait and uttered the password, and quietly slipped in. It was already 10:30, so it was likely those who had had a bit much butterbeer had already fallen asleep.
"HARRY?" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione gasped at the perfect picture that was Lauren in Harry's arms, sleeping, as Harry lay down in one of the comfy common room chairs.
"Why doesn't that ever happen to us?" Ron asked loudly.
"Well...I dunno..." Hermione said hesitantly.
"This is your problem Hermione, you're just not....ROMANTIC!" He yelled.
"Well, I wouldn't myself say that you were a Cupid either..." Hermione protested.
They continued bickering as they found their way to their four poster beds.
"What was that?" Lauren said, as she awoke.
"Another Hermione and Ron feud, don't worry about it, they'll kiss and make amends by tomorrow… literally." Harry said sarcastically.
Lauren giggled as she kissed him on the cheek and headed to her dorm.
"Goodnight Harry," she said.
"G'night Lauren," Harry said sleepily.
Harry yawned as he heaved himself into his bed, too tired to care about tomorrow's troubles.
He awoke the next morning to find that in fact, Hermione and Ron had made up, and that the Great Hall was filled with more talk than usual.
"They say they haven't heard of any Voldemort activity since this summer, the Ministry's starting to lose hope in ever finding him." Harry overheard Neville say.
The Hufflepuffs stared at him as if he had something to do with it.
i"The boy who lived? I wish he hadn't...."
p"Why did he have to come to Hogwarts? He's only making more trouble for the Ministry..."/i
Depression was Harry's main feeling, until of course Lauren bounced up behind him.
"Hey Harry! How are you?" She asked cheerfully.
"Oh, I'm alright thanks, how are you?" He replied.
"I'm good! Christmas is right around the corner though! And I haven't done any shopping! Next Hogsmade trip is next Saturday! I have soooooooo much to do!" She said.
"Yeah, me too," he said as they walked up to get some breakfast.
After breakfast they headed outside onto the Hogwarts' grounds, today was a Saturday, a day of rest...and snowball fights!
It all started when Ron pegged Harry in the head, which lead to Harry trying to get him back, and pegging Hermione instead. It was quite refreshing, even if you had gotten snow down your shirt because you hit your girlfriend, as Ron soon found out.
They headed inside, soaking wet I might add. They headed up to the Gryffindor Tower to dry off and change into some new clothes.
When they were all changed, Lauren came out looking like a regular American teenager. Her hair was straight and silky sleek. She was wearing a red sweater with snowflakes on it, and a pair of extremely tight sandblasted jeans. Harry nearly gaped at the outfit, but decided to keep that to himself.
Harry looked at Ron's expression, he was totally gapping. It was quite the Kodak moment.
"RON!" Hermione said fiercely.
"What did I do this time?" She exclaimed.
"Nothing... that's the problem" Ron mumbled.
The reached the portrait and uttered the password, and quietly slipped in. It was already 10:30, so it was likely those who had had a bit much butterbeer had already fallen asleep.
"HARRY?" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione gasped at the perfect picture that was Lauren in Harry's arms, sleeping, as Harry lay down in one of the comfy common room chairs.
"Why doesn't that ever happen to us?" Ron asked loudly.
"Well...I dunno..." Hermione said hesitantly.
"This is your problem Hermione, you're just not....ROMANTIC!" He yelled.
"Well, I wouldn't myself say that you were a Cupid either..." Hermione protested.
They continued bickering as they found their way to their four poster beds.
"What was that?" Lauren said, as she awoke.
"Another Hermione and Ron feud, don't worry about it, they'll kiss and make amends by tomorrow… literally." Harry said sarcastically.
Lauren giggled as she kissed him on the cheek and headed to her dorm.
"Goodnight Harry," she said.
"G'night Lauren," Harry said sleepily.
Harry yawned as he heaved himself into his bed, too tired to care about tomorrow's troubles.
He awoke the next morning to find that in fact, Hermione and Ron had made up, and that the Great Hall was filled with more talk than usual.
"They say they haven't heard of any Voldemort activity since this summer, the Ministry's starting to lose hope in ever finding him." Harry overheard Neville say.
The Hufflepuffs stared at him as if he had something to do with it.
i"The boy who lived? I wish he hadn't...."
p"Why did he have to come to Hogwarts? He's only making more trouble for the Ministry..."/i
Depression was Harry's main feeling, until of course Lauren bounced up behind him.
"Hey Harry! How are you?" She asked cheerfully.
"Oh, I'm alright thanks, how are you?" He replied.
"I'm good! Christmas is right around the corner though! And I haven't done any shopping! Next Hogsmade trip is next Saturday! I have soooooooo much to do!" She said.
"Yeah, me too," he said as they walked up to get some breakfast.
After breakfast they headed outside onto the Hogwarts' grounds, today was a Saturday, a day of rest...and snowball fights!
It all started when Ron pegged Harry in the head, which lead to Harry trying to get him back, and pegging Hermione instead. It was quite refreshing, even if you had gotten snow down your shirt because you hit your girlfriend, as Ron soon found out.
They headed inside, soaking wet I might add. They headed up to the Gryffindor Tower to dry off and change into some new clothes.
When they were all changed, Lauren came out looking like a regular American teenager. Her hair was straight and silky sleek. She was wearing a red sweater with snowflakes on it, and a pair of extremely tight sandblasted jeans. Harry nearly gaped at the outfit, but decided to keep that to himself.
Harry looked at Ron's expression, he was totally gapping. It was quite the Kodak moment.
"RON!" Hermione said fiercely.